Transfiguration was a rather interesting subject.
Because transforming objects was, without a doubt, a signature form of magic for wizards.
Professor Minerva McGonagall stood beside the lectern and gently waved her wand, transforming the lectern beside her into an adorable, pudgy pig.
"Wow!"
"That's incredible!"
The young wizards stared in astonishment, their mouths hanging open!
Even Cedric, a top student who had self-studied all the first-year subjects, couldn't help marveling at Professor Minerva McGonagall's superb Transfiguration!
Vinson Wright's gaze drifted slightly.
At that moment, Vinson's thoughts weren't focused on Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration. He was still thinking about Professor McGonagall's Animagus form...
Come to think of it, as an Animagus who could transform into a cat, did Professor McGonagall like catching mice?
It seemed...
There might be something he could do with that.
Vinson's fingers slowly curled. It was a sign that he had fallen into deep thought. Perhaps tonight, he could try competing with Minerva in Transfiguration.
This wasn't merely for the quest reward...
It was also to make Mr. Peter Pettigrew's identity as the Dark Lord take root in everyone's minds.
Just as Vinson Wright was deep in thought, a match suddenly appeared directly on his desk. This was another use of Transfiguration—conjuring an object from thin air!
"All right, that's today's lesson."
Professor Minerva McGonagall slowly brought her hands together and continued softly, "What you're going to learn today is how to transform this match into a thin needle..."
"..."
Vinson Wright instinctively picked up his wand and casually transformed the match into a thin needle. This sort of Transfiguration was child's play for him.
"Well done, Mr. Wright."
Professor Minerva McGonagall gave Vinson an approving glance and praised him softly before fulfilling her duty as a professor: "Ten points to Hufflepuff. That was the fastest Transfiguration I've ever seen. Perhaps you studied the textbook ahead of time?"
This new student was truly impressive.
At the very least, he had a remarkable talent for practicing Transfiguration.
Whether it was his control over magic, casting speed, or precision while performing Transfiguration, he was far ahead of the other young wizards.
Professor Minerva McGonagall couldn't help regretting that she hadn't insisted on having the little fellow follow the arrangements and join Gryffindor during the Sorting Ceremony... Throughout Hogwarts' history, Gryffindor students had been the most skilled at Transfiguration.
"Yes, Professor."
Vinson Wright didn't deny Professor McGonagall's guess.
This Transfiguration class had merely been an appetizer. Tonight, Hogwarts would be the true stage for Transfiguration magic. He hoped the professor wouldn't be too shocked that evening...
Because starting tonight...
The history of Transfiguration magic throughout the entire Wizarding World would be completely rewritten!
It had to be said.
There was something wrong with Hogwarts' schedule.
For example, Potions Class and Transfiguration, the two major subjects, were both scheduled on Monday. The young wizards practically studied all day, and they were already somewhat exhausted by the time classes ended.
That night.
The Hufflepuff dormitory.
The Flower-patterned grass Professor Sprout had sent was still in bloom. Its fresh fragrance slowly filled the dormitory, and Cedric soon became drowsy again.
As expected of a Herbology Class professor.
Vinson Wright directly carried the flowerpot over and placed it near Cedric's bedside, hoping the herb's flowers would help his roommate sleep well.
After seeing Cedric fall asleep, Vinson took out the Marauder's Map and a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, then slowly swallowed a mouthful of the potion.
Hogwarts that night.
It seemed he wasn't the only one who would be wandering around in the dead of night.
Vinson rubbed his temples, lowered his head, and sniffed the floral scent on himself. He cast a Scouring Charm to prevent the fragrance on his body from becoming a giveaway.
Late at night.
The second floor of Hogwarts.
Professor Minerva McGonagall's office.
The head of Gryffindor and professor of Transfiguration was still recalling the afternoon's class. Holding a quill in her hand, she carefully recorded each new student's performance after their name.
Professor Minerva McGonagall never gave up on any student. She educated each new student according to their performance. Some needed more practice, some needed to increase their pace of study, some needed encouragement, and some needed criticism.
She was one of Hogwarts' most conscientious professors.
What Professor Minerva McGonagall regretted was that none of her students had yet become an Animagus, so she very much hoped to teach one.
In fact...
Among all the students this headmistress had taught, at least four Animagi had appeared. It was just that none of them had gone to the Ministry of Magic to register.
Rustle, rustle...
Professor Minerva McGonagall finally finished writing her lesson plans. She slowly tidied her desk, then quietly walked over to the window.
Under the moonlight.
Professor Minerva McGonagall's figure silently vanished.
A tabby cat quietly appeared on the floor.
The cat leaped onto the windowsill, contentedly folded its paws, and sprawled there, resting its head comfortably on them.
Working hours were over.
It was time to rest.
This was one of Professor Minerva McGonagall's little secrets. As a master of Animagus Transformation, she greatly enjoyed her animal form. She would even secretly sleep like an ordinary cat when she went to bed.
Hogwarts grew quieter and quieter late at night.
Just as the tabby cat comfortably closed its eyes, it suddenly felt as though the voices of the Weasley family's twin brothers were coming from upstairs... In animal form, both its hearing and sense of smell were far sharper than a human's.
No.
This had to be a dream.
Those twin troublemakers couldn't possibly violate the school rules every day. How could anyone come out to wander around Hogwarts Castle every night?
Were they exploring?
Sadly.
The Weasley family's twin brothers really were that kind of student.
The tabby cat lay there dejectedly for a while before leaping down from the windowsill and pawing open the office door. It had to go see what was really going on.
There was no one outside.
The tabby cat stood at the doorway and pondered for a moment, but still quietly decided to patrol the area, lest those twin brothers cause trouble again.
Just as the tabby cat was quietly padding away from the second floor, a short, stout shadow silently appeared and entered Professor Minerva McGonagall's office.
Obviously.
This short, stout intruder clearly meant no good.
The dim light in the dead of night illuminated the stout shadow's appearance. It was none other than one of Professor Minerva McGonagall's former students.
Peter Pettigrew.
"Let me think. How should I greet her in a little while?"
Peter Pettigrew extended his sharp fingers and stroked his chin. With considerable self-awareness, he muttered to himself, "Even someone like me can't help respecting Professor McGonagall... Mr. Peter should respect her even more, right?"
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